Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.